Smutty Novellas の小説・ストーリー

He commented, still baffled by what he just discovered. Smith was at the other VVIP table and there were two sexy women sitting beside him. It looks like he's enjoying their company. “He’s a regular here. Smith is one of the few men who tried to take Eve home. He even offered one million dollars for one night. And guess what? She declined!'' “One million dollars for one night? For a pussy? That’s ridiculous.” Phoenix couldn't understand why these men would pay such an amount just for a damn pussy! “You won’t say that if you see her.”

By the next afternoon, the quiet tension is practically humming in my ears. Lounging on the far end of the couch, I have my legs stretched out and resting over the armrest. I’m wearing comfortable grey sweatpants that leave absolutely zero doubt about the current, frustrated state of my anatomy. A paperback sci-fi novel rests open on my chest. It’s a space opera about rogue smugglers, supposedly heavy on the action. Turns out, it’s even heavier on the smut. Scanning a particularly graphic paragraph on page two-hundred-and-four, a wicked idea forms in my mind.

When I opened my eyes again, he had a smug smirk that I had the urge to wipe away. Before I could even respond, he ran with me, across the room, to pin me between his body and the wall, his mouth dropping down to bite along the vein in my neck, one of his hands moving my underwear to the side, pushing a finger inside me, rubbing circles around my clit with his thumb. I moaned, my head falling back against the wall, hips moving instinctively with him. That was bold… and unlike him. That was when I noticed. His eyes had darkened until they were almost black; his wolf was at the surface. His control was waning, and quickly.

Zack watched, eyes dark, and slapped my face lightly with his cock, which was wet, heavy smacks across my cheek and lips—before shoving back in. They switched without talking about it. Sam pulled out, glistening, and Zack took his place. He spat on my asshole first, I feel the warmth of it instantly, then rubbed the spit around with his thumb while he pushed into my pussy. The angle was different now, deeper. I cried out. Sam stepped in front of me and fed his cock back into my mouth, still tasting like me.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

I was so close already, my walls clenching around his thick cock, when the office door suddenly burst open. A nerdy girl from our class, with glasses, messy bun, was clutching her assignment, as she stood over there frozen, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of me bent over the desk with Professor Harlan’s cock buried deep inside my pussy.

I woke up in a thick haze of pain, exhaustion, and the kind of deep, filthy arousal that still managed to pulse under everything else. My body felt completely destroyed. My pussy was swollen, puffy, and throbbing with a deep, constant ache that radiated up into my lower belly. My asshole burned like it had been torn open—a relentless, stinging reminder of how brutally Jake had used it through the night. My throat was raw and shredded from hours of being face-fucked. Dried cum was caked across my face, tangled in my hair, streaked over my tits, stomach, and thighs. The sheets beneath us were filthy beyond saving—soaked through with sweat, squirt, piss, and load after load of my stepbrother’s

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

Inside these pages you will find: Older dominant men who take what they want Girls who call them Daddy while they’re being ruined Blackmail, punishment, rough sex, multiple partners, and filthy, unapologetic smut If you are looking for soft romance, emotional healing, or closed-door scenes, close this book now. If you want raw, obsessive, wrong, and dripping wet stories that will leave you aching… Welcome. You have been warned. 18+ only. ***NORA'S POV*** My fingers were already dripping wet.